It's been a very, very long weekend. After Mr. M and I had some disagreements, ahem, we packed up everything we planned on bringing from the main home up to the now second home. There wasn't much, mostly kitchen wares, clothing, small furniture, linens, bathroom stuff. We planned on buying most of the big furniture in town so we didn't have to travel with it, so we packed the basics and important things we needed to get by with.
Mishap #1 - Somehow the most important box got left behind. The box with all of the toiletries. You know, the ones I went out last week and bought to save us time. Ooopppssiiieess. So we had to make an emergency trip to Target. Cost = $263.
After that we were set for a day, but we were still without Internet service. This was not good, and as you can imagine, Mr. M was laid into about the situation. Luckily the owner of the property came through late Saturday evening, though the service goes out now and then, especially when Mr. M tries to connect.
Today I spent the day trudging to all the antique shops. Lesson learned. The first shop was closed Mon and Tue. The second shop I almost laughed at the man. Maybe I just don't know my antiques, but seriously, $15k for an area rug? I'm sorry, if you have $100k to spend on ONE ROOM in your house, you need to rethink your priorities, because YOU are what's wrong with America. Yes, I'm judging you. Long story short, I'm returning to Craigslist.
So far we have picked up a gorgeous antique table I'm using for a desk, a bed, and very shortly a couch will be had. Our dining set came from Mr. M's Mom, it's actually a patio set that she has no where to put for the winter, so we are "storing" it in our kitchen until next summer. I know this post is extremely boring, but I've been having fun trying to find the exact things I see in my head. We've also collected a few rugs, and essentials like a shower curtain that somehow tones down the only room that is painted, BRIGHT YELLOW. I will be posting photos shortly.
I am totally in love with the house, the grounds are awesome, we can pretty much look out any of our windows during the day and see deer. There are peacocks somewhere and we almost hit a chicken or turkey or something on the road today. Sheep are in our front yard, horses are everywhere, and yet we are close to everything. We have a totally cool circular drive, woot! No more backing down a long drive! Mr. M's brother is right around the corner so we will be seeing more of them now as well.
Now, if we could only get our printer working I'd be in business.....
Monday, October 08, 2007
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
It's OFFICIAL - We Have 50/50 Custody
Been a long time coming. Much heartache, chaos, loads of money spent, endless hours on the road... and it comes down to this. Some say when one door closes, another opens. A convergence of circumstances, too unbelievable to imagine, happened at all the right times to put me back in a position to obtain more custody of my boys.
Bringing you up to speed in double-time:
- Court last October, didn't get full custody, but managed to get more custody than I had at that point. Order had a special provision that if I had managed to obtain employment and establish a residence in the state where Psychex resides, I automatically get 50/50 custody after a short hearing.
- A few weeks later, my company announces they are closing and moving across the country. I'm not going.
- I lean on many many contacts in the aftermath of the official closing date and start stumping for work while beginning to arrange to work for myself in a consulting capacity. One of my contacts is a higher-up in an insurance company in which the company I left to come here is a member. He sends my resume' out to 400 HR Directors across the nation under his umbrella, one of them is my former company.
- On the day my resume' crosses the desk of former company's CEO, my replacement at that company turned in his resignation - total bizarre coincidence - and my phone rings a few hours later.
- I work for them in a consulting capacity for 3-months while the hunt is on for the replacement of the guy who replaced me. I float them a proposal that would be a stretch for them, but not out of the realm of "doability." I get turned down due to certain specific business circumstances. This was April.
- Fast-forward to July, they call me again. Those circumstances now resolved and, they haven't found a replacement they like, they ask me to resubmit my proposal for "serious consideration."
- 2 months of negotiations, we come to an agreement on everything... the biggest of which is a telecommuting arrangement which allows me to re-establish a residence in PA (we'll have residence in both states) - meeting the requirements of the court order... I file my petition.
- Psychex, knowing she has no chance to contest the main issue, agrees to nearly all of the petition with 2 small exceptions which will have to be decided in court. All other provisions she agreed-to in writing automatically take effect immediately (details from the prior order).
This is great news, something we've worked long and hard to achieve. It helps that her ever-increasing antics have helped sway the court to rule in my favor lots over the course of the last year and I believe is a big reason why I was given that clause to begin with.
Now, this doesn't mean our ongoing problems with her are over, far from it. The circumstances likely means a whole new set of hassles both known and not yet known, but the bottom line is this... my boys' exposure to her and her scaryassed family has just been reduced even further.
All I can say is WOW... thought you might like to know (those of you who have been following the saga).
~Mister-M
Bringing you up to speed in double-time:
- Court last October, didn't get full custody, but managed to get more custody than I had at that point. Order had a special provision that if I had managed to obtain employment and establish a residence in the state where Psychex resides, I automatically get 50/50 custody after a short hearing.
- A few weeks later, my company announces they are closing and moving across the country. I'm not going.
- I lean on many many contacts in the aftermath of the official closing date and start stumping for work while beginning to arrange to work for myself in a consulting capacity. One of my contacts is a higher-up in an insurance company in which the company I left to come here is a member. He sends my resume' out to 400 HR Directors across the nation under his umbrella, one of them is my former company.
- On the day my resume' crosses the desk of former company's CEO, my replacement at that company turned in his resignation - total bizarre coincidence - and my phone rings a few hours later.
- I work for them in a consulting capacity for 3-months while the hunt is on for the replacement of the guy who replaced me. I float them a proposal that would be a stretch for them, but not out of the realm of "doability." I get turned down due to certain specific business circumstances. This was April.
- Fast-forward to July, they call me again. Those circumstances now resolved and, they haven't found a replacement they like, they ask me to resubmit my proposal for "serious consideration."
- 2 months of negotiations, we come to an agreement on everything... the biggest of which is a telecommuting arrangement which allows me to re-establish a residence in PA (we'll have residence in both states) - meeting the requirements of the court order... I file my petition.
- Psychex, knowing she has no chance to contest the main issue, agrees to nearly all of the petition with 2 small exceptions which will have to be decided in court. All other provisions she agreed-to in writing automatically take effect immediately (details from the prior order).
This is great news, something we've worked long and hard to achieve. It helps that her ever-increasing antics have helped sway the court to rule in my favor lots over the course of the last year and I believe is a big reason why I was given that clause to begin with.
Now, this doesn't mean our ongoing problems with her are over, far from it. The circumstances likely means a whole new set of hassles both known and not yet known, but the bottom line is this... my boys' exposure to her and her scaryassed family has just been reduced even further.
All I can say is WOW... thought you might like to know (those of you who have been following the saga).
~Mister-M
Monday, October 01, 2007
Wow
I just read through my past posts and I've left a LOT of stuff out. Whether on purpose or just not having the time, I'm not sure. But, here goes. I updated everyone on the start of swim team season and SS8's first tantrum at practice. He did indeed have a fit at the first swim meet as expected. I was at the other end of the pool so I didn't see it. I came at the end when Mr. M was freaking out that he hadn't swam and he didn't know what to do with him. Pretty simple, he can sit here an embarass himself all he wants, but he isn't leaving.
The day before, Mr. M had a funeral for his grandmother, so I had all the kids by myself. Psycho Mom was supposed to drive down the next day, during the swim meet, to spend time with the kids in VA. She arrives before the last event and gets to see SS8 swim. He finally realized he wasn't getting out of anything. We have it on video tape. I wasn't paying attention as I was taping, but Psycho Mom was standing behind me, and SAID NOTHING as SS8 was swimming. The coach and I, and Mr. M when he got down to our end of the pool, were screaming our fool heads off, but her, nothing. Silence. What a fucking cunt.
Fast foward, she takes the kids to the speedway Sat and leaves a message to Mr. M that they loved it and he should take them sometime, then her weekend is over, we meet in the parking lot of Target as there is no way she is coming to our home. She says nothing, we say nothing. Monday we receive a voicemail saying I should never leave her kids alone because they could stab each other to death. We ignore it.
On Tuesday she sends an e-mail demanding that we do everything she says by Wednesday or she will call DSS and file abuse charges, as well as file contempt charges in court. We ignore it of course.
Only then does she call DSS. This is now Thursday. On Friday she is supposed to pick up her children but decides not to because she can't afford it Clearly her money being more important than her children being abused. Cunt.
On Friday a social worker from DSS shows up at our door, asking for ME. She has a complaint saying I left all four kids, not just Mr. M's kids BUT MY KIDS, alone for over an hour LOCKED into our home, unable to get out, while I made deliveries. What the fuck am I? UPS?
Long story short, we have to have her interview all of the kids. As you can imagine they were all upset, extremely upset. The complaint also contained things like SS8 was losing too much weight. An 8 yr old, who weighs 142 lbs, was losing 10 lbs and it was too much. They were not allowed to each ice cream. FUCK! Stop the presses, clearly they are being abused, not allowed TO EAT ICE CREAM! Ah yes, needless to say, I wasn't very happy. I won't go into the rest, because I refuse to allow her into my life more than necessary. It's a Federal offense to file false abuse charges in our state, and she will pay..... She also called the Sheriff the next week, because she didn't get her wish with Social Services, to come out and check on the kids because, and I quote, we "aren't normal people." I wish it was this easy for a man to do this shit to his ex-wife.....
The day before, Mr. M had a funeral for his grandmother, so I had all the kids by myself. Psycho Mom was supposed to drive down the next day, during the swim meet, to spend time with the kids in VA. She arrives before the last event and gets to see SS8 swim. He finally realized he wasn't getting out of anything. We have it on video tape. I wasn't paying attention as I was taping, but Psycho Mom was standing behind me, and SAID NOTHING as SS8 was swimming. The coach and I, and Mr. M when he got down to our end of the pool, were screaming our fool heads off, but her, nothing. Silence. What a fucking cunt.
Fast foward, she takes the kids to the speedway Sat and leaves a message to Mr. M that they loved it and he should take them sometime, then her weekend is over, we meet in the parking lot of Target as there is no way she is coming to our home. She says nothing, we say nothing. Monday we receive a voicemail saying I should never leave her kids alone because they could stab each other to death. We ignore it.
On Tuesday she sends an e-mail demanding that we do everything she says by Wednesday or she will call DSS and file abuse charges, as well as file contempt charges in court. We ignore it of course.
Only then does she call DSS. This is now Thursday. On Friday she is supposed to pick up her children but decides not to because she can't afford it Clearly her money being more important than her children being abused. Cunt.
On Friday a social worker from DSS shows up at our door, asking for ME. She has a complaint saying I left all four kids, not just Mr. M's kids BUT MY KIDS, alone for over an hour LOCKED into our home, unable to get out, while I made deliveries. What the fuck am I? UPS?
Long story short, we have to have her interview all of the kids. As you can imagine they were all upset, extremely upset. The complaint also contained things like SS8 was losing too much weight. An 8 yr old, who weighs 142 lbs, was losing 10 lbs and it was too much. They were not allowed to each ice cream. FUCK! Stop the presses, clearly they are being abused, not allowed TO EAT ICE CREAM! Ah yes, needless to say, I wasn't very happy. I won't go into the rest, because I refuse to allow her into my life more than necessary. It's a Federal offense to file false abuse charges in our state, and she will pay..... She also called the Sheriff the next week, because she didn't get her wish with Social Services, to come out and check on the kids because, and I quote, we "aren't normal people." I wish it was this easy for a man to do this shit to his ex-wife.....
I'm boring, I know
My monthly update: Why the hell am I not blogging?
I'm swamped first of all. Mr. M and I are finally back in each other's company - YAY! We found our new place to live, NOT the place I thought it would be, but NOT the place he thought it would be either. I gave up looking as he simply wasn't following up on the places I liked. So one day two weeks ago he sent me a listing and I said "you must hate it because it's actually decent." We saw it an hour later. He arrived before I did and apparently told the woman who owns it "we have a deposit on one place and appointments at a couple of others, but as soon as she sees the 9 inch pine floors I have a feeling my options are going to be limited." I think I made it 4 ft inside the place when I told him "if you walk out of here and tell her no I will bury you on the grounds." Ha. Needless to say, he said "we'll take it." It's awesome! It's close to town yet out in the country, you can't see the house from the road, so Psycho Mom can't come spy unless she wants to be discovered, the design is awesome, granite, stainless steel, built in cubbies, awesome fucking floors, open floor plan, on a $2 million dollar estate, the landscaping is fucking fabulous, and we have a hot tub on our patio that we can't use, lmfao. Ah, well.
We spent the weekend manning a booth at a festival for the new business. We got burnt to a crisp. Mr. M has the weirdest feet ever. I have to take a picture some day. Size 13, but his pinky toe is half the size of his other toes, which could totally be used to climb trees. They are about 75% as long as my fingers, maybe more. I've been drinking vodka, can you tell?
The Princess came home today after school with her homework folder from last week. "I love Science. I love it too much. I can't pay attention during other resources." Then she handed me her graded papers and went out to ride her bike. Hmmph. I was not impressed. Amongst all of her 100's, were 3 F's. THREE FUCKING F'S. Shit. We had a little talk when she came back. Then we went over her spelling words. Then we had a talk with Dad. Who can't do shit since he doesn't get home until it's bedtime. Which means we get to have a talk with the new nanny, who is a friend of mine, and actually a substitute teacher. The Princess was upset, and knows we will be on top of her from here on out. I'm not worried except for the fact that I was the same way during high school and college, if it didn't interest me, I just didn't care. I did manage to graduate with honors, so my fingers are crossed.
The Prince, God love him, never shuts the fuck up. Ha! He's so adorable, but I find myself tuning him out more and more. Luckily he changes the subject every 2.5 seconds and never notices that I have no idea what he is talking about. Today he says "what was I saying?", "I'm not sure.", "Oh it wasn't important.", "I think it was important, oh well." LMFAO.
Psycho Mom, still psycho. Ha! (see a pattern here?) She is trying to convince Mr. M that the next conference has been rescheduled. As if he can't call the court and check. As if we don't know, BECAUSE WE'VE TRIED, you can't get a continuance unless the other party agrees. What a fucking dumb cunt. She is desperate to find out what he filed. This of course after trying to get him to say where he is working, (she's already called there and he can see her number on caller ID, she's not bright), how much he is making, etc. It's all tiring. How come only the good die young?.....
I'm swamped first of all. Mr. M and I are finally back in each other's company - YAY! We found our new place to live, NOT the place I thought it would be, but NOT the place he thought it would be either. I gave up looking as he simply wasn't following up on the places I liked. So one day two weeks ago he sent me a listing and I said "you must hate it because it's actually decent." We saw it an hour later. He arrived before I did and apparently told the woman who owns it "we have a deposit on one place and appointments at a couple of others, but as soon as she sees the 9 inch pine floors I have a feeling my options are going to be limited." I think I made it 4 ft inside the place when I told him "if you walk out of here and tell her no I will bury you on the grounds." Ha. Needless to say, he said "we'll take it." It's awesome! It's close to town yet out in the country, you can't see the house from the road, so Psycho Mom can't come spy unless she wants to be discovered, the design is awesome, granite, stainless steel, built in cubbies, awesome fucking floors, open floor plan, on a $2 million dollar estate, the landscaping is fucking fabulous, and we have a hot tub on our patio that we can't use, lmfao. Ah, well.
We spent the weekend manning a booth at a festival for the new business. We got burnt to a crisp. Mr. M has the weirdest feet ever. I have to take a picture some day. Size 13, but his pinky toe is half the size of his other toes, which could totally be used to climb trees. They are about 75% as long as my fingers, maybe more. I've been drinking vodka, can you tell?
The Princess came home today after school with her homework folder from last week. "I love Science. I love it too much. I can't pay attention during other resources." Then she handed me her graded papers and went out to ride her bike. Hmmph. I was not impressed. Amongst all of her 100's, were 3 F's. THREE FUCKING F'S. Shit. We had a little talk when she came back. Then we went over her spelling words. Then we had a talk with Dad. Who can't do shit since he doesn't get home until it's bedtime. Which means we get to have a talk with the new nanny, who is a friend of mine, and actually a substitute teacher. The Princess was upset, and knows we will be on top of her from here on out. I'm not worried except for the fact that I was the same way during high school and college, if it didn't interest me, I just didn't care. I did manage to graduate with honors, so my fingers are crossed.
The Prince, God love him, never shuts the fuck up. Ha! He's so adorable, but I find myself tuning him out more and more. Luckily he changes the subject every 2.5 seconds and never notices that I have no idea what he is talking about. Today he says "what was I saying?", "I'm not sure.", "Oh it wasn't important.", "I think it was important, oh well." LMFAO.
Psycho Mom, still psycho. Ha! (see a pattern here?) She is trying to convince Mr. M that the next conference has been rescheduled. As if he can't call the court and check. As if we don't know, BECAUSE WE'VE TRIED, you can't get a continuance unless the other party agrees. What a fucking dumb cunt. She is desperate to find out what he filed. This of course after trying to get him to say where he is working, (she's already called there and he can see her number on caller ID, she's not bright), how much he is making, etc. It's all tiring. How come only the good die young?.....
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